So, I got a cold on Thursday a couple of weeks ago and felt like hell, so couldn't be bothered to post. We had to clean the house for the landlord inspection, so I powered through that and assumed I would just get over it.
Inspection was on the Monday, so did that, then curled up and planned to get over the cold... but I didn't. It just kept getting worse, I kept feeling more rough and dizzy.
Then the car had (and failed spectacularly) its MOT, so apart from not being well enough to drive to stay with my friends for half term, I then couldn't bloody afford it either, so trip was cancelled.
On Monday went to play with Caitlin - it was fabulous. She thinks I think that because if her amazing house, "grounds" and nanny, but nope - it was because she is lovely as are her gorgeous children.
Tuesday - collapsed in a crumpled heap having done FAR too much on Monday :(
By Wednesday I had worked out that all was not entirely right (the world should not continue to spin 13 days into "just a cold"), so I went to the doctor. Turns out I had had tonsillitis for about a week (with no throat pain??) and it was the raging infection making me feel like hell! The antibiotics are now FINALLY kicking in, and I am just tired rather than weird feeling.
Saturday, we finally took Psychogirl2 for her shopping trip that I promised her for her birthday when I was pregnant with Emrys. Had a lovely if tiring day.
Yesterday - Little dude turned 2!!!!
I decided that rather than having a party for him, I would have an open house so that guests would hopefully be staggered throughout the day (which worked out really well). He had lots of fun, and eventually collapsed into the tentbed at about 7pm.
Tent bed was very well received, he went to sleep lovely.... but at 11.30pm he started this terrified scream - he had woken in a big dark box and was scared. It has however had the desired effect of solving the not wanting to sleep in the bunk bed issue - not by giving him another bed, but by scaring him so much that he was asking to get back in the bunks!!!
B has been happy and lovely all holiday. She is now telling me what she is feeling, and I am telling her ("I feel sad" "I feel cross") - it is working much better, she knows exactly what is going on, and knows when I am starting to get annoyed before it blows up into screaming fits!
Monday, 25 February 2008
Tuesday, 12 February 2008
Sunday, 10 February 2008
Hmmmm.........I breed odd children
They are in contact with chicken pox. They get ONE spot. I stop them doing x/y/z. Then nothing.
It stops at one spot every single time.
Flameboy is away again - spot is still glaring at me, but less fang-like. No new spots, which surely there would be by now???
I swear Boy has some freak genetic thing that stops him and them from getting pox. Flamechick has been in contact with it sooo many times, and she still never gets it. They are plotting. Waiting until my guard is down and I have something really nice to do just all by myself, and then they'll all sod off and get it and need looking after.
HurrumphPlague, Pestilence... oh it is a delight round here
Flameboy is snotty, has been for a few days - temp, and miserable to go with it.
We got to get him dressed for a birthday party and there is a bloody great spot on his hip - head on it, eyes n scary fangs too looking at the size of the thing.
Finish getting him dressed, and spot a bloody nit crawling across his head (or are the eggs nits?)!!!
So, get rid of that, rush out to mum's to look at the spot (wasn't sure about the party). She was unsure too so general consensus with party mum was to leave it.
He fell asleep on the way home, so I guess we find out in a little while if I have a spot covered child.
We've got food in, but with the way Flamechick was born with hollow legs, we should be heading for famine fairly soon.
Bright side - the house is pretty much straight for inspection - just their room to do which involves firing toys in boxes and hoovering. Not sure I'd say it is CLEAN, but it is presentable which is a damn site more than normal!
We got to get him dressed for a birthday party and there is a bloody great spot on his hip - head on it, eyes n scary fangs too looking at the size of the thing.
Finish getting him dressed, and spot a bloody nit crawling across his head (or are the eggs nits?)!!!
So, get rid of that, rush out to mum's to look at the spot (wasn't sure about the party). She was unsure too so general consensus with party mum was to leave it.
He fell asleep on the way home, so I guess we find out in a little while if I have a spot covered child.
We've got food in, but with the way Flamechick was born with hollow legs, we should be heading for famine fairly soon.
Bright side - the house is pretty much straight for inspection - just their room to do which involves firing toys in boxes and hoovering. Not sure I'd say it is CLEAN, but it is presentable which is a damn site more than normal!
Saturday, 9 February 2008
I want that gene where you are just naturally tidy...
Why do we never keep the house straight?
It is always the cluttered mess from hell. Then every 6 months the landlord comes to inspect to make sure we haven't trashed the place/removed fixtures and fittings (ok, we have taken down the shelves, but it looks ^better^ so I doubt it will notice).
Anyway - they are coming on Monday, so we have spent the last day and a half getting sorted.
We both have colds. I have a period and cramps to go with it. Flameboy also has a cold so have been up through the night with him the last two nights.
As a result, I have now crumpled into a fleurgh.
Hurrah though - big box of my clothes freecycled - was ruthless and parted with stuff that I love but never intend to fit in again, bag of kid's clothes, 2 bin bags of kid's toys all also freecycled, HUGE box of clothes to go to friend (and more to other friends), stock all neat, nappies in box for the loft.
Feeling all cleansed.
And completely exhausted.
Place still isn't bloody finished.
It is always the cluttered mess from hell. Then every 6 months the landlord comes to inspect to make sure we haven't trashed the place/removed fixtures and fittings (ok, we have taken down the shelves, but it looks ^better^ so I doubt it will notice).
Anyway - they are coming on Monday, so we have spent the last day and a half getting sorted.
We both have colds. I have a period and cramps to go with it. Flameboy also has a cold so have been up through the night with him the last two nights.
As a result, I have now crumpled into a fleurgh.
Hurrah though - big box of my clothes freecycled - was ruthless and parted with stuff that I love but never intend to fit in again, bag of kid's clothes, 2 bin bags of kid's toys all also freecycled, HUGE box of clothes to go to friend (and more to other friends), stock all neat, nappies in box for the loft
Feeling all cleansed.
And completely exhausted.
Place still isn't bloody finished.
Thursday, 7 February 2008
Ooh RL is a scary place!
I got lost out there for a bit!
Been a hectic few days for some reason. First year's figures for BumFluff are in - I broke even (by the time stock is weighed against credit card bill), my aim had been just not to make a loss, so I did that. I have spent the last few days working on how best to go from £0 to £+ in the next 12 months.
We have a landlord inspection on Monday too (joy), so the next few days are being spent getting the house straight. In some ways it is good to have a blitz every 6 months - we throw out a load of crap, get it all shiny and tidy, and every time it stays that bit more organised, and stays tidy for that bit longer.
In 20 years time we might have a house people can come into ;)
Flameboy still not being overly co-operative with sleep, but is being very snuggly during the day. Great new word "Buggle!!!" Buggle means snuggle ;)
Flamechick is alternating between being lovely and yelling in my face - tis a delight.
Boy is still blue :(
Me, got a cold, am NOT pregnant and have all the joyous stomach cramps to prove it, but am generally pootling along happily enough.
Been a hectic few days for some reason. First year's figures for BumFluff are in - I broke even (by the time stock is weighed against credit card bill), my aim had been just not to make a loss, so I did that. I have spent the last few days working on how best to go from £0 to £+ in the next 12 months.
We have a landlord inspection on Monday too (joy), so the next few days are being spent getting the house straight. In some ways it is good to have a blitz every 6 months - we throw out a load of crap, get it all shiny and tidy, and every time it stays that bit more organised, and stays tidy for that bit longer.
In 20 years time we might have a house people can come into ;)
Flameboy still not being overly co-operative with sleep, but is being very snuggly during the day. Great new word "Buggle!!!" Buggle means snuggle ;)
Flamechick is alternating between being lovely and yelling in my face - tis a delight.
Boy is still blue :(
Me, got a cold, am NOT pregnant and have all the joyous stomach cramps to prove it, but am generally pootling along happily enough.
Tuesday, 5 February 2008
Perfect way to sum up parenthood/my life
A thread on MN today saying to say your life in 6 words. TMMJ said it perfectly, and I feel like I want it stuck on my wall so I remember it in times of ARGH
"every day chaos surrounded by love"
"every day chaos surrounded by love"
Sunday, 3 February 2008
I will NOT overspend!
I decided I should do the books (sorry), and whilst working out that we have essentially paid back what we put in to start with from joint funds (kids still need money, but they don't know what money is yet, so I have time to repay it ;)), I have also worked out what we owe everything else.
Eek.
I have to get out of the frame of mind of "We're getting there slowly, so it doesn't matter if I buy x that we don't really need".
It DOES matter.
Having various debts over our heads worries me, stops me enjoying life in general. I know it is a big part of what is getting Boy down too.
So, as of now pretty much, I have to stop.
The odd coffee DOES matter.
Breakfast club because it is easier than mopping up Flameboy and milk is NOT a good reason (Weds mornings still are needed to make the most of nursery).
Coffee on a Tuesday morning/spring and jump are all very nice, but they cost money - Flameboy is just going to have to cope with jumping on the furniture, and socialise at stay and play - I can stretch to 60p a week.
I need to get more organised - lack of organisation is my main reason to overspend - I am tired, things are backed up behind me, so I ignore the food in the cupboard and opt for something easy from Tesco.
I need to ebay some clothes/toys/crap from house. Sell some nappies
I know I will whinge that I want to spend money, but I know that I will feel happier overall if we can start to get on top of this, so friends - please don't encourage me that I want to spend money, it'll just make me :( eventually.
We can do this. If I wasn't bothered about the world knowing exact numbers I would stick some sort of ticker up over there ------> doing a reduction chart. Maybe they do one that just shows percentages or summat?
Anyway, this isn't getting the books finished!
Project Debts starts in the morning.
Maybe a very cheap bottle of wine a week would make it easier - if we have just one small glass a night then the world seems a nicer place ;)
Eek.
I have to get out of the frame of mind of "We're getting there slowly, so it doesn't matter if I buy x that we don't really need".
It DOES matter.
Having various debts over our heads worries me, stops me enjoying life in general. I know it is a big part of what is getting Boy down too.
So, as of now pretty much, I have to stop.
The odd coffee DOES matter.
Breakfast club because it is easier than mopping up Flameboy and milk is NOT a good reason (Weds mornings still are needed to make the most of nursery).
Coffee on a Tuesday morning/spring and jump are all very nice, but they cost money - Flameboy is just going to have to cope with jumping on the furniture, and socialise at stay and play - I can stretch to 60p a week.
I need to get more organised - lack of organisation is my main reason to overspend - I am tired, things are backed up behind me, so I ignore the food in the cupboard and opt for something easy from Tesco.
I need to ebay some clothes/toys/crap from house. Sell some nappies
I know I will whinge that I want to spend money, but I know that I will feel happier overall if we can start to get on top of this, so friends - please don't encourage me that I want to spend money, it'll just make me :( eventually.
We can do this. If I wasn't bothered about the world knowing exact numbers I would stick some sort of ticker up over there ------> doing a reduction chart. Maybe they do one that just shows percentages or summat?
Anyway, this isn't getting the books finished!
Project Debts starts in the morning.
Maybe a very cheap bottle of wine a week would make it easier - if we have just one small glass a night then the world seems a nicer place ;)
To work, or not to work, that is the question...
I have December and January's books to do.
I have a house that looks like hell.
I have a Boy who is blue, and who I hardly saw yesterday.
Gut is telling me to sod the books and stay home. Sense is telling me to get them done and then I have all of Feb without worrying about the books.
I dunno what to dooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
I can't compromise and just do them for a couple of hours, it is all or nothing or I lose my focus.
I need to do them don't I?
I'll go get dressed....
I have a house that looks like hell.
I have a Boy who is blue, and who I hardly saw yesterday.
Gut is telling me to sod the books and stay home. Sense is telling me to get them done and then I have all of Feb without worrying about the books.
I dunno what to dooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
I can't compromise and just do them for a couple of hours, it is all or nothing or I lose my focus.
I need to do them don't I?
I'll go get dressed....
She has no off switch!!
Yesterday we spent most of the day with Gran so that Boy could get the lounge straight/watch 6 nations.
Flamechick did not shut up. Not once. For the entire afternoon/evening.
Everything we said was questioned, there was a running commentary on it all. She was happy, well behaved, but just Wouldn't Stop Talking!
We went for a drive, I was exhausted, Flameboy hadn't slept at all, she was tired too so we thought that a drive might send them to sleep. He fell asleep in 2 seconds. She on the other hand... "MummymummymummymummyGrangrangrangrangran" (that was if we were talking and didn't respond instantly). After being told that it was rude "scoosemescoosemescoosemescooseme...."
ARGH!
We were driving for ages. She never stopped talking, she never fell asleep.
Ended the day exhausted and just wanting SILENCE.
Plus side is, they both slept all night.
Flamechick did not shut up. Not once. For the entire afternoon/evening.
Everything we said was questioned, there was a running commentary on it all. She was happy, well behaved, but just Wouldn't Stop Talking!
We went for a drive, I was exhausted, Flameboy hadn't slept at all, she was tired too so we thought that a drive might send them to sleep. He fell asleep in 2 seconds. She on the other hand... "MummymummymummymummyGrangrangrangrangran" (that was if we were talking and didn't respond instantly). After being told that it was rude "scoosemescoosemescoosemescooseme...."
ARGH!
We were driving for ages. She never stopped talking, she never fell asleep.
Ended the day exhausted and just wanting SILENCE.
Plus side is, they both slept all night.
Friday, 1 February 2008
The Wonderful World of Flamechick
We go through phases - sometimes she is very much "different", other times she is a happy lovely little girl and I am convinced I am paranoid and insane.
This week has been a me being insane week.
It started this time last week. She came home from school all happy (not firing her lunchbox at me and glaring about not being allowed to go to Gran's). She lay in my lap for 45mins whilst I debugged her.
She has had the odd strop this week, but nothing out of the ordinary. She hasn't even complained about having cheese sandwiches instead of pink butter (pate)!
This morning - she decided she was being a dog and Flameboy was her owner, then on the way to school she was the baddy and he was the policeman. She has very rarely done imaginative play of her own accord - it is normally another child/me/Gran giving the directions.
After school we went to Psycho's house. She normally clams up, refuses to talk to her, look her in the eye, clings to my leg, mumbles. Tonight she was the child she was as a toddler - she was happy, she spoke, she was fine about going home, she even gave a kiss and hug - I can't remember the last time she did that!
My happy little girl that I remember was back.
Then the clock struck 7pm and she turned into a pumpkin (or raging arguing tantrum machine). I don't remember what set it off, but whatever it was, she was gone. I didn't keep my temper
I took her dinner away because she refused to say sorry/acknoledge us at all instead of whimpery groaning. She then fought against getting undressed, washing, drying, putting her pjs on. I quit somewhere between washing and drying, and the much more patient Boy took over.
She went to bed without me kissing or saying good night.
Why can't I stay calm and handle it??? Why do I resort to her level, take it to heart and sob into my wine??
Why do I let myself believe that it was all my imagination?
Just "why?" really.
This week has been a me being insane week.
It started this time last week. She came home from school all happy (not firing her lunchbox at me and glaring about not being allowed to go to Gran's). She lay in my lap for 45mins whilst I debugged her.
She has had the odd strop this week, but nothing out of the ordinary. She hasn't even complained about having cheese sandwiches instead of pink butter (pate)!
This morning - she decided she was being a dog and Flameboy was her owner, then on the way to school she was the baddy and he was the policeman. She has very rarely done imaginative play of her own accord - it is normally another child/me/Gran giving the directions.
After school we went to Psycho's house. She normally clams up, refuses to talk to her, look her in the eye, clings to my leg, mumbles. Tonight she was the child she was as a toddler - she was happy, she spoke, she was fine about going home, she even gave a kiss and hug - I can't remember the last time she did that!
My happy little girl that I remember was back.
Then the clock struck 7pm and she turned into a pumpkin (or raging arguing tantrum machine). I don't remember what set it off, but whatever it was, she was gone. I didn't keep my temper
I took her dinner away because she refused to say sorry/acknoledge us at all instead of whimpery groaning. She then fought against getting undressed, washing, drying, putting her pjs on. I quit somewhere between washing and drying, and the much more patient Boy took over.
She went to bed without me kissing or saying good night.
Why can't I stay calm and handle it??? Why do I resort to her level, take it to heart and sob into my wine??
Why do I let myself believe that it was all my imagination?
Just "why?" really.
Gooooooooooood TV
I am now on the second season of Prison Break.
Gooooooooooooooood tv! Nice bit of suspense, intelligence, oh and sweaty convicts on the run
What's not to enjoy?
Gooooooooooooooood tv! Nice bit of suspense, intelligence, oh and sweaty convicts on the run
What's not to enjoy?
A sleep solution?
When pondering gifts for little dude's birthday, Psycho came up with this:
It's a tent with a bed inside it!
It would give him that closed in-ness of a cot that he misses, but he can't hurt himself escaping from it! Got to be worth a shot.
I see whinging from Flamechick though....
First night without pull ups not a success :( She had been so excited about it too, but wants to be back in pull ups tonight. Apparently she is going to alternate.
It's a tent with a bed inside it!
It would give him that closed in-ness of a cot that he misses, but he can't hurt himself escaping from it! Got to be worth a shot.
I see whinging from Flamechick though....
First night without pull ups not a success :( She had been so excited about it too, but wants to be back in pull ups tonight. Apparently she is going to alternate.
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